Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Crime,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
the Slits,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.